Alexander had his hood pulled up, in an attempt to hide. He had thick black hair and eyes that seemed to have both an incredible depth, and none at all. He stared back at the woman who had approached him like a deer caught in headlights. She was one of [i]them[/i]. He remembered seeing her, when he had been in the facility. He hadn't had chance to save everyone, but he had gotten out, and learned very little.

He took a step back, feeling the urge to turn and run, but worried that any sudden movements would have him incinerated, or in pieces, or whatever was happening to people all over now. He still wasn't entirely sure what was going on, but something was wrong, and he intended to find out what.